#danttyllew

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         HE SCOFFED in faux pride, adopting a nobleman’s accent and puffing out his chest, dramatically looking off into the distance ❝ PAH ! The rabble could never un-seat the mighty and undefeated champion Sir Davenport, my dear Gwyndolyn !! ❞ how ridiculous. Will broke into a soft chuckle and looked to her, squeezing her hand back. 

[conductandcourage]

@danttyllew --- starter with Lucy

     “You must have traveled far.”  She isn’t quite sure how to speak to the woman Helen introduced her to.  Gwyn is from England?  Ireland?  She isn’t quite sure of that either.

[conductandcourage]

@danttyllew --- starter with Victoria

     Her eyes fasten on the woman as soon as she enters, a smile spreading on her lips.  Rising to meet the personification of Wales, she steps down from her throne, choosing to meet her on an equal footing.  Well, as much as a queen can.  She respects the knowledge of the nations and states, though she does not necessarily respect them as people, a particular one coming to mind as a horrible one.  However, Gwyn is one she respects both as a state and a person and the young queen is truly happy to see her.  “Now, how are you?  I hope your visit is for a good reason?”

[bertievi]

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Send 💐 to give Bertie a bunch of flowers   

Spring! It was always marked with an abundance of daffodils but there was something extra special about being handed a bouquet of the yellow flowers from friends. Albert smiled as he took them and raised a playful eyebrow before saying. “-Thank you —for -gifting me murdered -flowers.” He teased and chuckled softly afterwards.

“They really are –beautiful, we –could always do with such blooms in the –palace. There has always been a –grace in simplicity. Thank you, -Gwyn.”  He smiled and looked to the flowers again before moving to set them in a vase himself.

[bertievi]

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Wales was always so much quieter than the other nations, well, it seemed so to him anyway, whatever feelings there were for the royal family in the hills, they weren’t hounded, followed and very rarely disturbed.

Agreeing to meet Gwyn in one of the small Crown holds once belonging to his brother, George. The King made his way across the quiet field in his riding boots, having walked from the entrance and eager to see Gwyn whom he spotted at the small holding gate. He smiled to her warmly and moved to greet her properly.

He had barely held that idea of a friendly greeting in his mind before there was a thunderous clap that resonated through the grassy hills, starling the cows into a charge and the sheep into a tight group, the hounds at the hold sounding loud alarms.

Albert, on the other hand, was deadly quiet as one hand stretched out towards the wall and the other clutched desperately at his lower ribs. Near collapsing against the old stones, he shook and checked his other hand, revealing a large and rapidly growing patch of blood. He grimaced and covered the wound again, pressing his head against the wall and breathlessly cursing to himself.

He didn’t have all that long to keep that up before his legs gave way and he slid down the wall, leaving a vivid red track down the stones, falling to his knees and trying desperately to drag in air that was struggling to stick in short and laboured breaths.

[quietresistance]

Napping

What do you think Kat likes in bed (I love that both I got so far are SFW) - Accepting

ACTUALLY, KATHERINE HATES NAPS!  She really hates sleeping during the day because she never feels rested after one even when she’s exhausted.  She does give in sometimes when she’s pulled an all-nighter or is sick and the like but otherwise, she avoids them like THE PLAGUE.